If you're tired and you know it...

I tried to sleep last night, I really did. I laid there on my nice comfotable bed and tried to go to sleep. But did it work? Of course not. I tried to think about anything that would put me to sleep, but nothing did. The minutes and hours ticked by while I tossed and turned. What could possibly be keeping me up? I was tired and sore... you'd think my aching muscles would welcome the rest that comes with sleep. And then it was light outside. Somehow I must have fallen asleep because I opened my eyes and there was light. But no, it was too early. The clock only read 8:30. Let me return to the wonderful bliss of sound sleeping. So I laid there, trying to think of something that would help me fall asleep. An hour later I gave up and got up.

And now here I am. My eyes are tired and all I want to do is sleep. There really is nothing else to do. My friends are probably sleeping or working, and I have to go to a baby shower for my cousin in a couple hours. I should be sleeping right now.

Last night, Ross called me and we decided to do something. I suggested we go to the beach and walk on the sand, because I hadn't been to the beach in a while and he was at band camp all week. I went to pick him up and on the way there I had an unpleasent experience with a horse and its rider, but I won't go into that. We got to the beach around 9:30. It turned out to be a very rocky beach but we walked it anyway. After we got back to our starting spot, Ross had the bright idea to jump into the water. I agreed at first and then protested, but we did it anyway. I had worn all of my clothes into the water, and so I was soaking wet. He wore just his boxers and so was quite dry. For the second time that day, I drove with bare feet.